RPG:

**SD: 90501.2050(1 hour 10 minutes till the poll booths close)**
**Scene: Well, you know by now. **

  Roberts spoke a slured terminating line to his and Graeme's
conversation just as Ruane saw somebody he recognised...

'It couldn't be...could it?'  He stood up and approached the familiar
man.  Of course he knew that Kennedy was on station; he was one of the
few freighter captain's who had still been making the run between OMEGA
and DS 101 during the past crisis with the Rebels and was continuing to
do so.  Although activity amongst the Rebels was low(they prefered to
keep a low profile; knowing that the Empire was searching for them), the
odd incident was still occuring in Vurdetion space as a few 'rebel
rebels' still felt they should act.  Enough was happening for freighter
captains to be weary of the Amgine Sector at present.  Till now Graeme
hadn't had a chance to meet Kennedy; it had been a while.
Graeme wouldn't have described the times when his path had crossed
Kennedy's as the best; essentially Ruane and Kennedy had been on
opposite sides.  As an honest freighter Captain trying to make a living
Ruane had had trouble with Kennedy, he remembered the worst...

Kennedy saw Graeme approaching, he recognised him, but not from there
last meeting; that had taken place almost 5 years ago; Graeme had been a
different man...quite literally.  The only thing that Kennedy felt was
familiar about the shorter man was his bright red eyes that glowed like
laser beams.  They had been intimidating during the couples initial
contact, but Kennedy had soon found the truth about Ruane; he was the
worse kind of freighter captain...a legal one.  Kennedy inticepted(sp?)
Ruane and was sure to get the first words in,

  "Good day Captain Ruane, nice to see you again."  Kennedy smirked.

  "You too."  Graeme tried his best not to sound too sarcastic; he
suceeded in making it sound like a joke; Graeme didn't want to get one
of his few suppliers off side.

  "I couldn't help but over hear your earlier conversation..."  Kennedy
smiled, Ruane thought back; had Kennedy been listening on the officers
table?

>"Captain, I believe I will be able to help you with your recreation
>problems."
>

  "Glad to hear it Mr.Kennedy.  First, I've been meaning to talk to you.
How are we going to be for the next two months supplies?"

>
>" Pretty banged up.....uh...I mean pretty good Capt., being offloaded
>now. "
>
>" Very good Mr. Kennedy.  Now what was that about recreational
>facilities that you could help us with? "
>
>" I know a certain Ferengi, by the name of Domark who has a travelling
>holo-hotel who just may be able to help you out, for a price of course.
>"
>
  "Domark?!!"  He almost shouted in shock...then he regained his
composure; it would be unbefitting for a commanding officer to show an
obvious griefance(sp?) against a civilian.  Calmly he spoke again,

  "I've dealt with Domark before.  And, as I recall, I remember seeing
your name come up very ferequently along with his own illegal activities
in this sector."  Graeme chanced a smile, hoping he had hidden his
dislike of the Feregi adequatly, Kennedy smiled back, obviously he had.

>
>" Why, Capt. I have no idea what you are talking about. My
>friend...associate...is a very trustworthy Ferengi.  Albeit pricy, but
>nevertheless quite adequate for your needs. "
>
" I will of course consider your proposal Mr. Kennedy.  I will be
getting back to you soon on this, but I certainly won't make any
promises; the fact is StarFleet is looking forward to fitting some new
equipment - they like new toys."  Graeme grinned, in reality it was
Graeme looking forward to receiving new decks; ever the engineer it
would give him something to play with.

  "And, by the way, I hear your new frieght business is working out
quite well.  Very much improved from the days I remember you when I was
a freighter Capt. "

>
>Kennedy look at Ruane with a quizicall look. Almost as if he was trying
>to remember something from years past.  
>
>" Yes Capt. I remember then, I was pretty bad off wasn't I? "
>

  "Yes you were, in fact I don't think I ever quite got back at you for
the last time..."  He left the sentance hanging, watching the change in
Kennedy's expressions.

>
>Kennedy stared blankly at Ruane, not knowing what he was talking about.
>Then suddenly gained a look of greed as he remembered the Captain's
>story.  
>
>" Anyway Capt.  if you decide not to implore the services of Mr.
>Domark, I will graciously offer my ship to your station.  And allow all
>of your guests and crew access to my recreational facilities.  I do
>have the best accomodations in this half of the quadrant. "
>
>" Why yes, I remember your quaint little ship.  I'm surprised it's
>still around, after what you've been through. "
>
>" Yes, Capt. I am too.  But, let's not talk about those more
>unfortunate happenings. Well, I must be off, I have to get my shop up
>and open by 0900 Saturday morning.  Need that latinum for that debt.
>But, I'm sure you know all about that. "

  Graeme grinned as he remembered,

  "Very well, and by the looks I'm wanted elsewhere."  He watched as
Ip'sc Carbo sat down.

  "I must be going."

  "See you around grim."  Kennedy said as he turned to leave , Graeme
had never liked that name Kennedy had insisted upon giving him, he had
always thought he had delt with Kennedy with a smile on his face...



  Graeme returned to his table feeling a slight twang of guilt; he
should have visited Ip'sc alot earlier, he would have; but he had never
really been able to work out what he would say to him, also Shimura had
given him quite an ear bashing when M'beya had been locked up; not
something he would like to repeat.
He made a mental note to ask his CSO to process M'beya as quickly as
possible; yes M'beya was been treated a lot better than most prisoners
due to the time it was taking to process him(the station was dangerously
short on security); but it wasn't really fare that he be kept so long.  

Graeme ordered a drink as he noticed that his comrades had started
wobbling far more than he.  Upon it's delivery(a pint of ale) he downed
it, supressing a burp as he wipped a little spiledge from around his
mouth.

  After another half-an-hour people were, as the term goes, 'under the
table'.  A rather lively John Roberts brought himself to a stand ontop
of the table, he tapped his glass furociously.

  "A song comrades!"  He called, smiling, whilst using what little
faculties that remained to keep him balanced.

  "Old MacDonald!"  Called McLeary, who was slouched in his chair; a
little further gone than the rest.

  "I think not..."  Roberts began singing, after a couple of lines of
the song everybody else joined in; everybody else apart from the
Vulcan's who sat with eyebrows raised giving the appearance of a
permanantly suprised expression.  To the singers the sound was glorious,
the command staff of DS 101 singing a sweet harmony; to everybody else
it was painful.  And so the night went on until the bar closed, still
everybody remained, telling old stories, singing, until the effects of
the drink began to wear off and the hangovers kicked in...Ruane was the
first to go.

**Scene: Corridor**

  "...nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone, this old man came
rolling..."  Ruane half sang, half spoke the song quietly as he guided
himself towards his quarters with the wall as support.  At one point a
young Ensign appeared, Ruane was somewhat baffled until he realised he
had accidently pressed a door chime.  Around the corner he received a
present suprise.

  "Graeme!"  He smiled as he saw the bright face of Michelle Gordon.

  "Hello."  Graeme smiled back, desperatly trying to look sober, but
failing with the over-acting.  He tried to lean against the wall,
supported with one had, but he made a grave miscalculation; he missed
the wall and plummeted to the deck; Michelle was just able to support
his bulk and prevent him making his headache worse.

  "I think we need to get you home."  She proped him up, one of his arms
across her shoulder, her arm gripped firmly around his waste she guided
him to his quarters.

**Scene: Ruane's Quarters**

  Graeme tapped in the code to open his quarters and the two entered,
Michelle guided him towards his bed where he collapsed.

  "It looks like you over..."  She stopped talking as she heard the
sound of snorring.

  "No late night conversation tonight then."  She frowned as she removed
his uniform, leaving him in his underwear and tucking him in(she knew
Graeme would be somewhat shocked if he found she had reclothed him that
night).  She sat down and looked at his now(and thankfully) silent form,
she stroked his stragly hair, and was somewhat shocked to find one of
his hands grab her free hand.  She moved into a more comfortable
position and waited.  It seemed like several days had past before he
finally released his grip, but eventually he did and Michelle silently
left his quarters.

**The Following Morning**

  Graeme walked towards the shuttle bay, trying to recall the previous
night.  Everything was now a daze to him and he remembered nothing of
Michelle helping him to his room, the last thing he could actually place
in time and space was the singing.  He rubbed his sore head as he
entered the shuttle bay.  The station's D-Warp shuttle, the TURIN, had
returned from it's flight to OMEGA where it had dropped Harrison and
Radjan that night.  Onboard was a much needed crew member.  Graeme
watched as the large shuttle brought itself to rest beside his
freighter; the JADE.  The doors slowly opened and Graeme felt a slight
twang of anticipation at finally receiving a competant officer for the
station's security position...he had heard little about Lt.Hogan,
but what he had heard was excellant.


Hogan stepped off the shuttle and walked to Ruane, he stood to attention
and in keeping with time honoured tradition announced himself and
reported to duty.

  "Welcome to DS 101 lieutenant Hogan.  LtCmdr.Alyza will have your
baggage taken to your quarters.  Meanwhile a tour is in order and a
little briefing on our current situation."

  "Yes sir."  Hogan said, he relaxed from his initial 'reporting in'
posture.  The two walked out of the shuttle bay.

  "As you will be aware, a Dergrad rebel cult has been causing endless
problems, including the kidnap of a civilian, Mr.Ip'sc."  Graeme
refrained from refering to Ip'sc by his full name; thinking that he
might be offended if everybody was to always assume that he was
Mr.Carbo, a name had *obviously* didn't like.  Graeme continued his
briefing of the new CSO.

  "Mr.Ip'sc was recovered by another civilian, Dr.Jefferson M'beya who
is currently in the brig; charged with violation of federation rules; he
took off on a very risky rescue mission without any permission."  The
CSO nodded, obviously taking it all in, although his thoughts were
elsewhere unbeknownst to the Captain.

  "The CURIE will be working with the Dergrad Empire in finding the
rebels so for the most part we're out of it.  All that really needs to
be done is for you to process M'beya, I suggest a small fine; after all
he *did* suceed with the rescue and I'm somewhat greatful of that, but
justice must be served in one way or another.  Understood?"

  "Yes sir."  Hogan responded, by now the tour was taking them to the
Console room.  Graeme explained the functions of each of the consoles
before handing Hogan over to LtCmdr.Alyza for assignment of
quarters...before leaving he said,

  "Lt.Hogan, any questions?"

Submitted by Phil Long
Captain Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector
Antelope Squadron, Cocoon Fleet

<**NRPG**>
All: Please backpost to Club 101, we still have much of the night un-
accounted for and plenty of time before the next mission. :)

Kevin: Welcome to DS 101! :)


All: Sorry this thing is so long...

CURIE: Please remember that you have a mission assigned; I suggest
leaving the CONSTELLATION till after this mission; or perhaps sending an
NPC ship in to investigate(the USS GALILEO is a FEYNMAN-Class vessel;
commanded by Capt.Sarah Harrison).

        -Cheers, Pinky.


Stardate: 90501.2330
Scene: Deep Space One Ops Center---->Security offices


Throughout the entire tour, zack took in the surroundings.  A deep space
station was very different from a Federation starship.  He'd heard this
saying countless times, but until now hadn't realized how true it was. 
Graeme did run a very tight ship or station as it was.  Everywhere Zack
looked things seemed to possess a kind of order.

Zack wasn't sure if it was due to the organic nature of the station or
Graeme's leadership.  Nevertheless, the station was very well run.  This
assertion was confirmed as Zack's tour brought him to the operations
center.  Graeme expertly showed him the function of every console with
added commentaries on the current modifications to each.  Obviously the
man was a knowledgeable engineer as well.  *Impressive,* considered Zack.

Finally the Captain ended the tour with , "Lt.(jr) Hogan, any questions?"

"Your briefing brings me quite up to date with the current situation.  I
will immediately process Dr. M'beya considering your advice.  I would like
to conduct a security drill in the next few days, though.  I'm not
suggesting anything extensive.  Just a minor drill to 'shake down' the
security staff some.  Furthermore," Zack continued as he raised a PADD to
his face from his pocket, "I believe some of the senior staff is much
overdue for side-arm requalifications."

Zack lowered the PADD and stood expectantly awaiting his new commanding
officer's reply.

[SNIP: An hour later]

"Dr. Jefferson M'beya," quietly spoke Zack as he stood before the security
field outside of the brig cell.  

The dark skinned man occupying the cell stepped forward.  Zack punched a
few keys on his PADD as it continued to scroll through the man's past.

"It would seem Mr. M'beya that you have a service record complete with all
sorts of 'risky ventures'."

M'beya nodded towards the Lt. "All of them very successful too."

Zack's face remained stone as his dark eyes met those of M'beya.  Reaching
up he deactivated the field imprisoning M'beya.  With the field down, Zack
stepped into the cell until he was standing toe to toe with the taller
M'beya.

"I don't care how successful they were.  You pull stunts like that on my
watch and you better learn how to go without sleeping...ever.  Because I
promise you; I won't die until I find you."  The words escaped through
clenched teeth.

M'beya stood stock still looking down into the eyes of the shorter yet
fiercely determined CSO.  

Zack continued, "I'm the new security chief around here, and behavior like
that will not be tolerated." Stepping back from M'beya, Zack took a more
quiet, parental sounding tone.  "You have a fine.  Here.  Now get out of
my brig."

M'beya took the proffered PADD, thumbed it, and tossed it back to Zack as
he left murmuring, "New kid on the block."

[SNIP: A few minutes later]

"And here are the latest scores on the current senior staff's latest
side-arm drills." Ensign Velez laid the scores on Zack's desk..  

"Thank you Ensign.  That will be all."

After dismissing the Ensign, Zack turned his thoughts back to how he was
going to integrate himself into this new crew.  As a security chief, it
wasn't a bad thing if he did isolate himself.  But that wasn't his
personality.  Yes, if he were going to work with these people he would
have to get to know them as people, not just as officers.  

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Zachary M. Hogan
DS 101 CSO

[NRPG: Armin-If you want to add anything to the little encounter with
Hogan please feel free.  

Phil-Responses on a security drill and phaser requalifications?  Thank you
for the compliment also. :).

All-Happy to be here!  Feel free to interact with Hogan.  After getting a
feel for how each of you play your characters, there will be more
character interaction in my posts.]

**SD: 90502.1148(Hoorah, the Tories are out; Labour are in!:)**
**Scene: Console Room**

>Finally the Captain ended the tour with , "Lt.(jr) Hogan, any
>questions?"
>
>"Your briefing brings me quite up to date with the current situation.
>I will immediately process Dr. M'beya considering your advice.  I would
>like to conduct a security drill in the next few days, though.  I'm not
>suggesting anything extensive.  Just a minor drill to 'shake down' the
>security staff some.  Furthermore," Zack continued as he raised a PADD
>to his face from his pocket, "I believe some of the senior staff is
>much overdue for side-arm requalifications."
>
>Zack lowered the PADD and stood expectantly awaiting his new commanding
>officer's reply.

  "I think a drill is long overdue lieutenant."  Graeme smiled, not an
hour on the station and allready things with this new CSO were looking
good.  Graeme continued.

  "As for side-arm requalifications, okay.  Problem is we don't have any
holodecks at present,"  Graeme picked up a PADD and called up the
station specs.  He handed it to Hogan with an area in the lower decks
highlighted.

  "But I think you should be able to set up some solid targets down
there; the area isn't used as yet.  Deck 50, section 5.  Just try to
make sure they don't hit anything but the targets."  Hogan cocked his
head to one side, an inquisitive expression that Graeme had tried his
best to promote through his voice tone.

  "Sir?"

  "Well, my ASO wouldn't appreciate it if you hit some mysterious
console that just happens to be the link he's looking for."

  "Ah, I see."

  "Well, if that'll be all then I look forward to the call for the arms
test.  Dismissed Lt.Hogan."  Hogan nodded and took his leave.  Ruane
headed for his office.

**Scene: Ruane's Office**

  The engineering team had done well so far, they had finally replaced
the floor and re-strengthened the walls of Ruane's office, it still
looked like there was much to do.  Leaving, Graeme headed for the main
docking bay...the GALAXY was leaving.

Submitted by Phil Long
Capt.Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
DS 101, Amgine Sector
Antelope Squadron, Cocoon Fleet

<**NRPG**>
All: Just a short (thankfully:) post to reply to Hogan and to remove the
GALAXY. :)

Tat: When can we be expecting the Commodore...or in the crew's case;
*not* be expecting him. 

        -Cheers, Pinky.

**SD: 90502**
**Scene: Club 101**

NRPG: (Backpost to the party)

"Right, does anyone have a song." Said Ruane, now a lot worse for 
drink.  

Selak stood up, much to everyone's surprise and started to sing.

"The people's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their hearts, blood dyed to every fold. 

Then raise the scarlet standard high!
Beneath its folds we'll live and die.
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We'll keep the red flag flying here."

NRPG: I make no apologies for writing this, a new day has dawned 
in British politics.  :)

**The Following Morning**

**Scene: Shuttle bay 1**

Selak had assembled the engineering teams, under his jurisdiction, 
responsible for shuttle maintenance. He started by introducing
himself and then going through the new rota he had worked out for
each shift. He had spent 2 hours going through past reports on 
maintenance times and although they were pretty good, he thought
they could be better. The reorganisation of the shifts would help
distribute their skills more effectively.

"And finally I want to decrease the shuttle turn round time by fifty 
percent." He concluded.

"Sir, with all due respect, that's impossible." One of the engineering
Chiefs said.

Selak looked at him hard "That is the last time anybody will use the 
word impossible in my department. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." He replied, sheepishly.

"Well unless anyone has any more questions, that will be all."

Selak saw that there was not any and left the shuttle bay. The targets
he had set were impossible, but he felt the extra motivation was all
that was really needed.   
As he headed to the Console Room, he made a mental note to look 
in on  Lt.(jg) Hogan later, the new CSO that had arrived that morning
and introduce himself.

**Scene: Console Room**

As Selak entered the Console Room he noticed that it was a lot
quieter than yesterday. There was a lot of people cringing at the 
slightest noise and holding their heads with the pain. Selak thought
how illogical Humans were to drink to the point of making
themselves suffer the next day. 
He went over to his console and started to work on today's flight
plans.


Respectfully submitted
Shaun
Ensign Selak FCO/CNO
DS 101

Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end 
-- Commander Spock.


Stardate: 90503.1405
Scene: DS 101 Security Offices
Time: Several hours after Hogan meets with Ruane for tour of station


["Please state access code."]

The calm monotone voice of the station computer seemed to be the one
constant that never changed no matter where one was stationed in
Starfleet.  

"Lt.(jr) Zachary Micheal Hogan, access code Beta-Beta-Alpha-four." 

["The access code is invalid."]

Obviously, Zack's access to the main systems on station had not yet been
cleared.

"Hogan to Ops."

["Ops here."]

"My access code appears to not have been validated yet.  I am attempting
to access the station's defense systems, but the computer is denying me
access."

["One moment Lt. Hogan."] stated the unfamiliar voice.

["Sir, voice print and identification codes should be valid for you now."]

"Good.  Thanks."

["Ensign Selak out."]

Focusing back at his console, Zack called up the daily list of criminal
activities on DS 101.  

*Hmmm...one minor theft, one incident of public drunkeness, a small
barfight.  Nothing terribly major.*

Picking up the PADD on his desk he began processing the small time
offenders, charging fines or ordering another day of incarceration where
he felt it was needed.

Hogan was just finishing up, when the doors to his office opened.  In
strode, Ens. Velez.  

"Ensign.  What can I do for you?"

"Actually, sir, I had something I thought you might like to see."

Hogan's brow shot up in a typical Vulcan manner although he was human. 
"Proceed."

The Ensign threw a PADD on the security chief's desk.  About a minute
later, Hogan laid it back down.  "How trustworthy is this 'informant'?"

Velez replied, "The last chief found him quite...useful."

"How right could he be about this illegal shipment?"

"He has no reason to lie," answered Velez.  

"Notify this informant that I will meet with him tonight, on his terms.
If he is as useful as you say, I don't want to tip anyone off to the fact
that he's helping us by bringing him here.."

"Aye, sir."

"And also, good job Velez."

After the ensign left, Hogan got up from his desk and headed for Ops.  He
still needed to get those targets set up on deck 50 for the senior staff's
side-arm requalification trials.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt (jr) Zachary M. Hogan
DS 101 CSO


[NRPG: Just a little something to let everyone know the CSO is on the job.
The illegal shipment might not affect the current or upcoming
storyline much (unless someone makes it out to
be).  

Also, I'm not sure what Velez and Seelbinder are (race/gender) so
I've been rather ambiguous about that.  I would appreciate it if someone
could give me some more info on these security NPC's aside from what's
listed in the general NPC roster.]

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"The computer allows one to make mistakes faster than any other invention*
aside from possibly handguns and Tequila."                               *
--Mitch Ratcliffe                                                        *
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>
>The door chime rang and Rissa sprang from the sofa to answer the door.  
>
>"Rissa, the reason I came to speak with you is because I'm being
>reassigned."  A long drawn out pause followed between the two before the
>silence was broken by Rissa.  
>
>"You're leaving the ship...?"
>
>"Yes, and I don't know for how long.  But I would like for you to join me
>at my next posting.  This is of course until we find out more about those
>people you once worked with.  The authorities here at OMEGA will want to
>question you first.  Stowing away on a starship is a serious offense, but
>given the circumstances you've described...I think something can be worked
>out."
>
>Zack knew he was going out on a limb...a very long flimsy one at best.
>Still though, he could feel that this girl was in danger, and he wanted to
>protect her as best he could.  Feelings like that hadn't surfaced in
>him...ever.  
>
>Patiently he awaited an answer though.

Rissa turned away to face the generous windows in her quarters. Quarters
next to that of the CSO of the REGULATOR. Terror flited across her face.
What was she to do now? She had half begun to feel safe. There really was
no choice...but to be on a Starbase...a stationary object taht anyone was
free to walk about on?

"I will......," she turned to Zack. "I will accompany you" Perhaps there
was a place for her at this Deep Space 101....


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